Wide Awake
Within the estate's ward, Tanjirou's mind is alive and whirring. Running through the days' events, recalibrating, decompressing. I have been angry for a very long time now. He sighed.
In the weeks he'd spent recuperating, Tanjirou always wondered why the spicy tang of Shinobu-san's anger, laced through the smell of medicine and wisteria flowers, had always accompanied her. Now that they'd spoken of it, trying to forget seemed like folly, against his better judgment, and he'd no idea why.
...No, Tanjirou knew the reason why. And for the first time in a very long time, he wished to be selfish.